There once was a truth I’d outrun:
That of all the bad deeds Trump has done,
The worst, I confess,
Caused emotional distress—
He made me agree with that one.
Marge, once a reliable loon,
A firehose of chaos in June,
Starts making good sense?
It feels so immense—
Like liking a bop by Kid Rock at noon.
When a hurricane threatened the shore,
She cried, “They can change it!” and more.
Yet the only technique
That can bend it each week
Is a Sharpie we’ve all seen before.
Then she vowed with congressional flair
To criminalize mucking with air.
“No spraying the sky!
No chemicals—why,
I’ll make weather tampering rare!”
In the past she had floated the craze
Of lasers in space setting blaze.
Though completely absurd,
It delighted the herd—
A conspiracy worthy of praise.
I confess, I felt oddly inspired
By lasers the Rothschilds acquired.
Though I can’t run Zoom,
I’d defend any room
With the space-beams my ancestors desired.
But now? The old chaos is gone.
Her wackadoodle days withdrawn.
A rational MTG
Is unsettling to see—
Like a circus where no clowns come on.
Then AOC spilled it online:
“Trump blocked her Senate design.
Now vengeance, you see,
Is her new energy—
And revenge makes her rational? …Fine.”
On the steps she joined victims to say
She’d read every name, come what may.
A stopped clock, it’s true,
Finds a good minute or two—
And Marge found one that day.
Then she spurned Trump’s hardline deporting:
“As a builder, that plan needs re-sorting.”
Well slap my old knee—
Marge spoke sensibly!
Her revenge tour was firmly reporting.
When subsidies faced expiration,
Marge aired her disgust to the nation.
“Prices will double!
Who needs all that trouble?”
She carved a new lane in frustration.
So the Q flags flew low on the poles,
And conspiracy hearts felt the tolls.
For the queen of the clown
Has flipped upside down—
Leaving circus folk searching for roles.
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